The Brutal Winter

The day breaks into new intelligence.
A lost happiness grows new veins.
Into the deep,
                    dark,
                           
                We awaken.

Winter into spring, spring into vitality.
And great joy and laughter replace contemplative mastery.

But through the harsh summer, we gain vanity...
Our sanity ruled by false, shallow games.

Give me instead the lessons of the brutal winter.
Let the dead autumn leaves scatter wide.
Each new facade will bring a new clarity.

And the colder the skin, the warmer the heart inside.